“She pulled the thorn from her side and turned it into a rose.”

Now if only at my worst had I known I was about to be at my best.

And darling, you’re safe here where these walls only want to watch you grow.

Your love is sirens loud and coming to save me.

That night I fought and I fought but your hold was stronger yet I knew even your hands could not hurt me more than your love has.

Your love is not just a feeling but a knowing.

And so she left, whereas then, she realized that just because she was planted here, does not mean here is where she has to grow.

Darling remember we are all the same with different coverings.

They wished you a home full of hurt but you deserve a home full of healing.

To the girl I used to be I appreciate you for a seed won’t bloom without its soil.

Though I sleep with nightmares of the one who hurt me I wake up with the one who heals me.

In the morning she’s my sunshine and at night she’s my star.

I love to watch you become everything she said you couldn’t be.

You ground me as my roots grow I spread like wildflowers all over you.

I’m a prisoner with no charge a sack of bones in varnished flesh walking around hoping somebody will root me.

Our pollen you thought infected us fed our bees and kept us growing.

And even in my waking hours, I still dream of you.

If you are setting out to be joyful you are not going to end up being joyful. You’re going to find yourself turned in on yourself. It’s like a flower. You open, you blossom, really because of other people.

As bright as a sunflower as brave as a warrior.

Growing flowers on your tongue/ won’t make those lies/ any sweet/ saying that you still/ love me/ won’t make this/ broken trust/ change how it feels.

And in the same way sunflowers involuntarily follow the sun shined so bright, you could have led me to hell and I would have followed you anyway.

Pretty flowers have to die some day too.

Mistakes are flowers of change.

Let me not be shy with you how may I be? Can a flower remain shy with a bee?

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.